I realised yesterday that we’ve been in “our house” for two months.
That means we’ve been here longer than the temporary accommodation in Cambridge.
I can’t say the hus-creature is enjoying this commute as much as the previous one, particularly with a busted foot, but life is becoming predictable and routine for us, which is a blessing.
We’ve had teething troubles, I admit:
- Sofa isn’t here – we couldn’t get it into the property so that’s a more lengthy story for another day.
- We haven’t unpacked fully yet – the last few boxes need a final bookshelf constructed, which needs an available landlord’s partner to safely affix it to wall.
- Car charger not yet installed – that’s going to be expensive and require digging a trench.
But I’m determined to stay here long term.
- We have a lovely landlady who is friendly and approachable but who is happy to let us be.
- Brilliant downstairs neighbours who are open and warm and also understand having special needs kids.
- I’m starting to make friends through knitting group and the school run.
- Do I wish the school was closer? Yes, yes I do but I will sort out driving again and then I will do the run and it will be fine.
I’m getting my own medical stuff sorted, and I think it’s going to be okay, just might take some time.
I’m really looking forward to thanksgiving – said lovely landlady is going to pop in to feed (and probably fuss) the cat so I don’t have to worry about that.
Things are starting to fall into place a little.